Spuddy Buddies

what does that signify?

Hey, school. SCREW YOUR ____.

What to bring tomorrow. HMM! Pillows, blanket, bolster, earmuffs, blinkers, shot guns, stun guns. What else? I think that's all. Pillows for our heads, blankets to block the sunlight, bolster to hug, earmuffs to block out noise, blinkers to cover our eyes, shot guns and stun guns to shoot down noisy idiots who disturb me.

Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be! Living in Beverly Hills.

I got a huge headache from school and a few mosquito bites. What did I do when I got back? Ate a yummy lunch, waited for Crackface to go online since she's the only person I can blab rubbish to. I figured she wouldn't go online that early so I fell asleep. Slept for hours and kept waking up now and then. Once I woke up, I thought of one word spelling s-c-h-o-o-l.

Blehhh.

Tomorrow I'm gonna go home like a half-dead fish. I'll be too dead tired to practice the guitar and end up sleeping the whole afternoon. I hate school. It's killing us!!!

Soon, students will become extinct because of the cold-hearted teachers!

Stress. Stress. Stress. That's three words to describe school.

I'm so sad. I felt homesick. I felt like I was in a dream. I just sat there and stared outside for a few hours. I blinked and realised the classroom was suddenly so bright. Right. Everything probably darkened at my place because I was being such a mute.

I can't get along without you, computer. I wanted to break down and cry on the streets.

No, I'm taking that from a song except I twisted some words. I bet you know that because I mentioned that before.

I have nothing to say except school sucks and enjoy your holidays as much as you can because after that you'll be entering hell which won't be such a great thing even if you have friends because they are big backstabbers who talk about you behind your back and they're someone you can't trust.

PEACE OUT, JEFF STINCO!